Saturday, January 31, 2009


i dreamt of riding down a countryside

in sunny May with the windows open and sweet home

alabama playing on the tinny radio. 

green, green grass and sunny Hay

(your thin, scraggled hair au couleur du ble) 

and the camera pans out above the winding road

a tired, overdone film 

with the air so clean sky so blue

it broke my heart with joy. 

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